4 am I'm lying in the darkness
Television watching me again
Flipping channels mindlessly
Too tired to think but too awake to sleep
With every tick and murmur amplified
Weary and ossified
By whispers in the wind
I close my eyes every night
Hope to miss the change from dark to light
Pin my hopes on pills for sleep
Chasing geese instead of counting sheep
1 am the rumbling hum from the street
Throbbing bass with no discernible beat
2 am the bars begin to let out
Liberating drunken laughter and shouts
3 am the city still winding down
As metallic traffic noises abound
4 am the urban pulse has decreased
Just a random siren breaking the peace
Denied of slumber for too long
The moving parts have come undone
Balance is gone,
Just hanging on
To a mind slightly crazed
Lost in the haze
I'm slipping away
Get through the day
Only to find that tomorrow is just like today...
The weeks and months stumbling on
Can't tell the dusk from the dawn
It's all the same
It's so inane
The darkened third of the day
Finds me alone, cast away
So hard to think
So out of synch
Caught in an endless ring
Bedtime a hollow rite
I have become the thing
That goes bump in the night, again...
Hallucinations haunt my sight
I know they're false but still I feel
Slow motion visions cold and bright
Their movements blend into the real
Cling to my mind
I'm not resigned
To this broken routine
I need to dream
Turn on the light
Run from the night
But nothing changes
The TV is still watching me...